The Spoonbill Generator

Pandora's Boxing-glove

I never tire of asking [TG]

Still less of your reply: [Roland]

But when the sharks are basking [TG]

We catch each other's eye [Roland]

And question one the other [TG]

As if truth weren't the mother ... [Roland]

What lies our smiles are masking [TG]

No doctor dares deny! [Roland]

I try to guess your meaning [P]

With yarrow-stalks, with runes [Roland]

With rituals demeaning [P]

The silence of my tunes [Roland]

I never could discover [TG]

My litmus-paper lover [Roland]

Without the sound of keening [TG]

Or clattering of spoons [Roland]

I must continue seeking [TG]

Though dusk may supervene [Roland]

And stop the woeful leaking [P]

That dehydrates my spleen [Roland]

Beneath this manhole cover [P]

Where lurks the Greenwich Glover [TG]

His grimy gauntlets reeking [Roland]

Of foods unclean [P]

And, in the ever-after [Roland]

There will be no laughter [P]

Contributors: TG, Roland, P.
Poem finished: 25th November 1998.